Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own the characters I'm just borrowing them for this story.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'


Chapter 4: Tokyo's Art Museum

Hotsuma's pov

We arrived at the museum. There were police officers scattered around the building. I felt a strong energy coming from it. The same one I had felt at school.

"Hiwatari-kun, are you alright? You're face is really pale." I heard Yuki saying with concern. As Yuki said that I looked at Hiwatari and saw that he was as pale as a ghost.

"Yes. I'm alright".

'Yeah right! He doesn't look alright to me at all.' I thought sarcastically. 'Hmm. I wonder why he's so pale. Maybe it does have something to do with that strange energy in this area?' I was thinking that as we reached Takashiro.

"Ahh. You are finally here. Ara? Is something wrong Satoshi-san?" Asked the head of Giou's clan.

„It's nothing, Takashiro-san."

"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Well then, let's get going! I'll show you the way."

As we were getting closer to the crime scene, I could see that with every step we took he became more and more paler. After a few minutes of walking we finally arrived to the back of the museum. Apparently the room in there was heavily secured but it wasn't enough to hold off the duras. After the attack the room was left in shambles. In the middle of it stood a huge black canvas with broken chains.

"No. It can't be." I heard Hiwatari whisper. He came near the canvas and fell on his knees and then touched it with a shaking hand. He was as white as sheet, if that was even possible and fell backwards. Before him was a golden sphere. It's power surged in the room.

'What is this thing. Is it dangerous?' I thought as I stood in my battle stance just in case I would need to fight. I saw that Shusei and the others were prepared to fight as well if the need arose. Hiwatari-kun was slowly crawling backwards until his back was against the wall. The yellow ball following his every move and dissolving into his body. His eyes widened and he fainted.


Satoshi's pov

'That energy. I knew that I had a bad feeling about this' I thought as I stared at the building of Tokyo's Art Museum.

"Hiwatari-kun, are you alright? You're face is really pale." I heard Yuki asking me.

"Yes. I'm alright". I said to him. 'Of course not! How can I be alright when he'sprobably roaming free?' And later I was asked by Takashiro-san if Im alright to which I nodded as I couldn't answer to him because of the lump in my throat. I felt dread welling up inside of me the closer we got to that room. That's when I saw it. The Kokuyoku, or at least, what was left of it. " No. It can't be." I whispered. 'It can't be happening again. He's supposed to be sealed inside with Dark.' I came closer to the black canvas, collapsed on my knees and touched it. 'I was right… It's … empty…No,… wait… I think… I feel… something… It's coming out.' That's when before me appeared a ball of golden light. I fell on my back and slowly retreated until I hit the wall and I couldn't move anymore, the sphere following me. It stopped for a few seconds before merging with me. 'No'. My eyes widened from fear at the thought of having to share my body again when the blackness claimed me.